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Topic: The shattering of a Bynner's dreams and then the quick end to his suffering (Read 18403 times)

An Ample Chamber [E, W, Quit, Save] This large square room measures ten cords by ten cords. The walls aremade of snugly fitted clay brick, mortared with a thick greyish grout. Thefloor is made of freshly planed terracotta tiles, cool and smooth underfoot.Set into the wall are inch-wide, tall windows, each accompanied by its ownhide and bone shutter, which can be opened and closed in accordance with theweather outside. A reinforced door blocks exit to the hall, while a smallerroom lies to the west, its entrance barred with a piece of bone latticework.Set into a corner of the room is a cooking hearth, a water cistern mountedin the wall beside it. A large bag is lying here.A few slices of rich brown bread are here.An empty hefty wooden barrel sits here.A set of carved agafari shelves are set up near the hearth, glossy wood freshly polished.A blue bandana has been tied around the door handle, tightly.Old but cozy-looking, a small, comfortable padded couch sits under the windows.A fern-patterned green rug has been spread out neatly to one side of the chamber with a few pillows.The sinuous, gilt-haired woman is standing here.- she is carrying a large bag.

You stop using your new stained fur-lined, jet-black chitin helm.

You close the door.

You lock the door with a small, simple bone key. - *click*

Quite firmly, setting her pair of knee-high, tooled brown leather boots down on the couch, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish: "I promised myself I wasn't going to cry."

Squinting and blinking once, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish: "Well, too late for me, I'm afraid."

His gaze drinking in her form, you look down at the sinuous, gilt-haired woman.Of average height, but a lean frame, this individual is obviously a humanwoman of full maturity. Her carriage is naturally erect and precise, slimshoulders kept straight. Her hair is a fall of deep golden blonde, palernear the crown and in highlighted streaks, with no curl or wave to it. Herskin is several shades darker, a coppery hue with very few marks. The ovalof her face has a small, neat chin and a thin nose, whose bridge bears anear-imperceptable deviation. Her eyes are slanted, an olive green thatedges towards hazel near the pupils. Her long lashes and brows are pale asthe highlights of her hair, the latter arching high over her large eyes. The wide lips of her mobile mouth are full, upper bowed lightly, lowerdrooping in repose. Long limbs make the most of her height, with very lightmuscles under smooth skin. Her curves are smooth and ample enough to drawattention, but the length of her legs and the long arch of her waist giveher serpentine grace.

Her hair has been left free, sleek and smooth as it hangs to mid-back. Her eyes are lightly lined in kohl, upper lids dusted with silvery powder.The sinuous, gilt-haired woman is in excellent condition.

Nodding her head, voice quiet, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman says to you, in sirihish: "I am. I cleared away as much business as I could..."

Pressing his lips to her forehead, you say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish: "Then I suppose this is good bye. For now."

You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish: "The Lord Captain Fale has summoned us to the Gaj for some sort of announcement."

Reaching for his hand and pressing something into it, the sinuous, gilt-haired woman asks you, in sirihish: "It's not fancy, I know, but...I made it because it matches mine. And...can you give something to my brother?"

e (with heavy steps)A Well-Lit Hallway [N, E, S, W, Save] This hallway, with its high ceiling and white stone walls seems cleanand well maintained. Grey slate slabs line the floor contrasting andcomplementing the stark walls. Overhead the ceiling bears a mosaic, anabstract pattern done in flat tiles of different colored stone. Broad doorssit off to each side of the passage, and the hallway stretches north andsouth. The tall figure in a dark, hooded cloak is hiding here.The tall figure in a hooded, grey sandcloth windcloak is hiding here.

I think it was so good because lots of us had been playing a good bit and had really gotten to know the characters around us... then bam, murder everywhere.

some of the deaths could have been prevented, though. the damn scorpion pit trap...

I was half a second from saying, "I think we should send in the scouts first here...just incase..." and then thought to myself, "I don't want to overstep my bounds, I will stay quiet.".

Should have opened my mouth. My character had a fair amount of guilt about it in fact after this was all over knowing he could have, was about to, and should have prevented it.

Hah. My character at the time was just the opposite. I remember about halfway through the RPT we came across lands that looked oily or pissed on or whatever lands before their camp. He freaked out, because my spidey senses were tingling and yelled. "THIS IS A TRAP WE'RE BEING AMBUSHED!" Or something like that. And then nothing happened... Shortly late all hell broke loose.

Drogan was a cool character. He was also fairly badass at the time, I'm surprised he didn't dodge more of those stabs. Those must have been some fairly tough elves.

Drogan was an amazing character, I'm glad the player's still out there, being amazing. Those elves were buff as fuck, I'm not sure what else I'm allowed to say about them, but, yeah... I don't think Almeerah was involved in the slightest, the timing and context of this piece are somewhat ambiguous. The elves hiding in the hallway are the culmination of a side-plot that for some reason no one saw coming, despite repeated, loud warnings that almost got the shit killed out of my PC (but it was totally worth the risk I took, for Pof Drogan, better than just a ding).

EDIT: And if you must know, I was trying my damndest on an almost OOC level to avoid it ending like that, I think everyone on the other side of the fence were too, but a few key events made it unavoidable. The timing, though, is just lmfao funny.

« Last Edit: January 08, 2016, 12:36:49 PM by Fujikoma »

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Dead elves can ride wheeled ladders just fine.

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"You can never have your mountainhome because you can't grow a beard."~Tektolnes to Thrain Ironsword

I suppose the moral of this story is, city elves can and will fuck your shit up if you rile them enough, even if you are a super-awesome guy with loads of status that everyone likes. And fuck, I wish it hadn't had to be Drogan, but, all bets were off when a particularly well-regarded elf turned up dead (though admittedly, we never did figure out for sure who killed that elf, we only knew who was threatening them). You can't just take that back. Live by the sword, die by the sword, that's just how it works. There are elves, they have tribes, aliances, and friends, they are not helpless despite very few rolling up city elves (or their weak stats, or lack of riding), and it's seriously meta as fuck to start with the assumption that they are. Drogan didn't do it wrong, but some do.

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"You can never have your mountainhome because you can't grow a beard."~Tektolnes to Thrain Ironsword

I believe I have a log of that raid all cleaned up and ready to go. I knew it would be submit worthy, after a year, so I cleaned it up right away. Though I was unconscious for part of it. But I think I got the two epic bits:

"In a world without sid, we would've been heroes!"

and

"Bring it fatso."

I'll try to put in a submission this week.

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You say to the sinuous, gilt-haired woman, in sirihish: "The Lord Captain Fale has summoned us to the Gaj for some sort of announcement."

Lol. This was a boxing match, I believe. He was having people in the bar fight and the winner got to rename Theyaks Walk. (It ended up as "Bynners March", I believe.) I think the rest of the Byn was on the rooftops kiddy corner to the building you were stabbed in (like 5 screens away) when this happened... Soo much crazy timing in this log...

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Yeah, I submitted the log this weekend but there are actually still living PC(s) in the log, so they can't post it yet... We'll just have to talk it up for those that weren't there, in the meantime. :p

You guys remember when that black robe came in and gave everyone 10,000 sid and a high-end Borsail concubine? Then we all got to take turns riding the Roc to Steinal?

I'm sure Sefaj's last words got echoed around the Byn for a while afterwards. I never knew it was from Assassins Creed though.

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engaging in autoerotic asphyxiation is no excuse for sloppy grammer!!!

Sefaj was fucking great. What I like most was that he was a stone-cold badass... who also managed to make people laugh, and have fun, and never came off like those stoic bar-sitters who only ever stick around to brawl. It was a great balance of gritty/realistic and absurd/larger-than-life. Some of my most favorite memories was Byn-jogs where everyone was doin chants as they ran along. No politics, no death or ultra-violence, just jogging around the city, screaming and being obnoxious.

Sefaj, I feel, would have peetered out if he stayed around too long. I think he was a great character that really embodied the 'be a badass IC, but don't be a dick IC' mentality - but if he just hung around forever I think that would have been horribly diluted. I loved the way I went out in that scene, and admittedly, I stole the line from Assassins Creed, but goddamn did it not sound amazing at the time.

Don't worry folks, I've been lobbying to put the Jade Crosses RPT up as a three part submission for the last few months. It'll go up one of these days, edited so we don't have a thousand lines of screen scroll combat there.

I, personally, disliked Sefaj to such a degree that I even sent kudos. He was what people are saying he was, and it was a pretty damned impressive asshole, who made a compelling character and through out a quote of pure awesome in his last moments. I wish I'd been able to particpate, but I made sure I was absent because I wasn't sure I could keep an OOC thing from becomming an issue, I thought it was the responsible thing to do. During that time the Byn saw some explosive growth, and apparently a good deal of very gritty RP that suited the image of the shitcloak mercenaries very well. It was quite an outstanding contribution, in my opinion.

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"You can never have your mountainhome because you can't grow a beard."~Tektolnes to Thrain Ironsword